marysuevirus | Chapter 15 - So Slytherin (Reply)

Yes, Azalea is a bitch... yes, she's based on me... draw whatever conclusions you want from that. Oh, and to all the Neville fans, sorry.

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: So Slytherin
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment only.

The girls were not paying attention in potions that morning. The only thought running through any of their heads was How the hell are we going to get anywhere near that office? Issobell was staring up at the front of the class through the spiraling steam of her Amortentia as it simmered in front of her. She took a deep breath in, reveling in the scent of fresh brewed coffee, and then a thought occurred to her. She looked over at Azalea who, it seemed had a similar thought brewing. Both of them looked over at Rowena and Hyacinth. They both seemed to be shaking their heads at the redheads, trying to discourage what they seemed to be planning.

“Bring me your finished Amortentia.” Snape’s voice cut through the room.

“Now or never.” Azalea stood up, scooping her finished potion into a vile and standing between Issobell and the front of the class. “We’ll only need a drop or two. That way we can get what we need and no harm done.” She seemed to be trying to convince herself too.

Issobell nodded, putting a bit of the potion in a spare vile and scooping the rest in another to hand in. As they reached the main entrance, the two redheads turned to each other, watching the Gryffindors pass. “Well, which one?”

Azalea’s answer was stopped by the crashing sound of Neville Longbottom’s books hitting the floor, followed swiftly by their owner. Azalea and Issobell frowned slightly at each other. “Isn’t it obvious?” She rolled her eyes. “You or me?”

Issobell looked at the boy for a moment and her frown deepened. “Paper, rock, scissors?”

“I can’t believe you’re going to do this!” Rowena came up behind them and Hyacinth was right behind her.

“Just making my house proud.” Azalea said quietly as she looked at her hand and Issobell’s. “Damn.” She’d lost. She looked over her shoulder at Neville. “It seems like a waste of a good potion.” She sighed and adjusted her robes as she headed in his direction. He was still trying to find the last of his books. Azalea picked up the one closest to her and handed it to him with a smile. He jumped a few feet back when he realized who was handing him his book.

“Wha… what’d you do to it?” He said shakily.

“Nothing.” She smiled a little wider, which in turn made him even more nervous.

“But you… you’re a…” He took the book and started flipping pages, looking for something sinister.

“A Slytherin?” Neville nodded. “We’re not all evil, Neville.” Azalea felt a slight pang of guilt as she spoke. This definitely felt evil. You need that cloak. It’s important… more important than hurting some boy. She nearly shook her head to clear her thoughts. “What class do you have now?” She said sweetly as she stood. “I’ve got a free period and I thought maybe… if you wanted to…”

“Y-you want to s-spend your free period with m-me?” His eyes got wide as she nodded. He nodded back hesitantly and they headed toward the Great Hall as the other girls watched.

“She’ll get it.” Issobell said with a smirk. Hyacinth just shook her head again, and Rowena joined in.

“Well, the very least we can do is head to the library and find the antidote for Amortentia.” Rowena continued to shake her head as she moved toward the library.

It didn’t take much to get Neville to trust her, and Azalea quickly got a drop of the potion into his pumpkin juice. The guilty feeling was fading quickly and her cool Slytherin-ness seemed to take over. She sat listening as he talked about Herbology and other things she really couldn’t have cared less about. He asked her a few questions about herself and she took the opportunity to see if the potion had worked. “So, your brother plays for Puddlemere, right?”

“Yes.” She sighed heavily. “Good thing too.” He looked at her slightly confused, and his eyes kind of glazed as he looked at her. Perfect! Her moment had come. “I don’t think Dad would have forgiven him otherwise.”

“Forgiven him for what?” Neville reached for her hand and she let him hold it.

“For being Gryffindor. Our whole family has been in Slytherin forever, and our dad was so disappointed in him.” She looked down, trying to seem sad about the whole situation. “He used to tell me all about Gryffindor tower. Said it was the most comfortable place in Hogwarts.”

“I’m sure it’s no different from the Slytherin common room.” Neville said quietly.

“I wish I could see it.” She said, sighing heavily while looking off toward the stain glass windows. Before she could look back to see if her ploy was working, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the Great Hall. “Neville! Where…”

“I’ll show it to you.” He said as they climbed the stairs to the tower. When they got into the common room, it was thankfully empty.

She stared out the window putting on her best amazed face. “It’s beautiful! When I look out my window all I see is the lake.”

“Well, that’s a nice view…” Neville put an arm around her.

“Not really… the underwater part of the lake isn’t nearly as pretty as one would think.” She laughed nervously as he leaned in to kiss her. She wondered for a moment how far she’d have to take this when an idea popped into her head. “Neville? What are you doing??” Her voice rose in concern. He didn’t stop leaning into her and finally she pushed him back and raised her wand. “Stupefy!” And he fell over with a thud. She headed up to the seventh year boys dorm, again hoping that the room would be empty. It was. She grinned and raised her wand again. “Accio Invisibility Cloak.” One of the trunks flew open and the cloak floated into her hand. She ran from Gryffindor tower as if it were on fire, and stuffed the cloak into her book bag. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she ran smack into something.

“Lea? What were you doing up there?” Oliver had her by the arms.

“One of the staircases changed…” she said quickly. “I got a bit turned around.” He seemed to believe this so she didn’t push her luck.

“Oh, well, you’re going to be late for class.” He let go and turned to leave.

She was shocked. He was acting like a teacher toward her, and he never did that, unless they were surrounded by students and staff… and this corridor was practically abandoned. “Oliver?” She grabbed his arm. “What is it?”

He shook free of her. “You’re going to be late. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Alright. Fine.” She felt her temper getting the better of her. “Good afternoon, Mr. Wood.” She spun on her heel and was gone before he could respond. She stopped near her Ancient Ruins class and tried to catch her breath. She had a feeling that whatever was bothering him had to do with whatever was going on this evening. She unconsciously reached into her bag and ran her fingers along the cloak. She’d know what was wrong soon enough.